Karaoke = Self-care

No makeup, no hair brush, NO SLEEP. πŸ˜‰.

I stayed out till 130am SINGING my heart out with some very special ladies. My tribe. My friends who take care of so many and who I’m proud to say took that time to take care of themselves last night. ❀️

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It’s hard being a mama, you often come last. Heck, it’s even ENCOURAGED by some.

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But imagine a pitcher of water whose responsibility it is to fill the cups of many, imagine when it runs empty. What then? You need to FILL IT. 

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Self-care takes many forms. Sometimes it’s a workout, other times it’s a healthy meal.

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And sometimes that looks like karaoke with your besties till the wee hours of the morning. πŸ˜‰

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What does #selfcare look like to you? 

DIY LOVE ❀️ 

I’m a DIY mama. Always have been. 
There’s something about CREATING things that just gives me a HIGH!! πŸ™Œ
I’ve been busy making these babies for a certain party in September πŸ‘§πŸ» and I’m having fun just letting my creativity FLOW.
I’m also an advocate for all genders. I’ve always been that, too. πŸ˜‰
 We don’t do “boy” colours and “girl” colours in our home. Colours are COLOURS. 🌈 
I know it’s not like this in all homes (and I’m not one to tell ANYONE the right or wrong way to do things and live their lives) but I really believe THIS is something we should all be doing, just like being kind to one another and kind to ourselves.
It’s really important to Eric and I that Narra know that we should all love one another and love ourselves, no matter who we love, what colours we wear or what gender we identify as.


That is why these headbands I’m making aren’t “boy” or “girl” headbands. They are headbands for Narra’s friends. 😊
This is one thing that is so important to talk about with our kids (yes, the earlier, the better!), not just this #prideweek, but ALL weeks of all the year.
What is everyone doing to celebrate Pride?
Let me know if there are some events in the city we should be going to with Narra!
πŸ’Œcorinneahansen@gmail.com

My Past

3 Things You didn’t know about Me:.

1️⃣ I am a high school drop out.

2️⃣ I am a university drop out.

3️⃣ I have been ashamed of it for far too long.

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It wasn’t until I started coaching that I began to share my story. I started with the fact that I had postpartum anxiety. And when that became comfortable and I realized people weren’t running for the hills away from me and instead I was actually INSPIRING people with it, I let you all in on the secret that I actually suffered from depression as a teenager.

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What I didn’t tell you is that during that time, I actually dropped out of school. From age 13-17, I didn’t go to school. I didn’t even really have friends. I didn’t leave my house. I went through a MAJOR depressive episode back then that everyone I knew didn’t think I would make it through. Somehow I did. And at 18 years old, 2 years after the class I was supposed to be with, I graduated from high school with honours. I was proud but I was also ashamed. I kept telling myself I SHOULD’VE graduated with my friends. 

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But my dropping out didn’t stop there. After high school, I got into a really good university in the Philippines. I loved the writing classes, but then I didn’t love anything else. I never knew what was wrong with me. I should’ve been happy!! People were dying and crying to be admitted into that school! I loved learning the things I wanted to learn about, but I always HATED school. I was good at it, but I never liked it.

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But everyone around me told me it was the only way to get a job, to be happy, to be SUCCESSFUL and proud of myself.

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And so I kept going to school. And I kept quitting. I kept listening to everyone else except for MYSELF. I kept trying to keep everyone else happy but never thought about what made ME happy.

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I moved back to Canada and I finally found something I wanted to do: Teach children. But I also didn’t like going to school. So I finished my Special education Assistant certificate because it was a shorter program, always thinking that I would go back and become a teacher. Because you know, finishing a 4 year program is the only way to be successful and be assured of a job when you graduate. πŸ˜‰

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Then something happened. I finally put my foot down and said, “Corinne, you can make everyone happy around you and make yourself sick with worry trying to please everyone or you can say, that YOU are worth living your life for. It’s your life and YOU should be happy in it.”

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It was a hard decision for me to make, to quit school permanently. For a long time, I thought I had made a huge mistake. But I have to tell you, I have been the HAPPIEST I have ever been since ridding it from my life. I have made space for the things I love to do, and I’m actually making a LIVING out of it. 

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I’m not against school for anyone! In fact, I think that you should definitely have post secondary education if your goal in life is achieved through it.

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But I know it wasn’t for me. 

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I’m glad I listened to my gut and QUIT being unhappy. Because that space that I created by ridding school from my plate was then filled by something I found to be my passion.

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Helping other women get healthy and happy for themselves and their families.

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I’m grateful I don’t need a degree in it. All I need is hard work, DRIVE and the heart to want to help people.

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That’s what coaching is. It is an opportunity to do what you’re passionate about, be healthy, be happy and INSPIRE others to do the same.

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I’m no longer ashamed of my past, in fact, I’m pretty proud of it.

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“High school and university drop out inspires her community and THE WORLD to work on their self-care.”

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I kind of love the ring to it. πŸ˜‰

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Don’t be afraid of your PAST. It is there for a reason.

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If you have a PAST, use it to help others to be their best selves. ❀️ And please share it with me. I’d love to know YOUR story.

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πŸ’Œcorinneahansen@gmail.com

The Chair

Tonight, Narra asked to be rocked to sleep in the rocking chair..

It has been ages since we’ve done this. Our regular bedtime routine has been me sidelying and breastfeeding her to sleep, almost every night, with a phone in my hand.

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But tonight, I decided that I needed to be PRESENT. I needed to be all there.

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I left my phone downstairs and made the conscious decision to BE ALL THERE.

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Just like the good old days of rocking to sleep every night, I put on the “Bedtime Lullabye” CD. We must’ve listened to it 20 gazillion times. I set my Boppy nursing pillow on my lap, Narra happily and EAGERLY hopped on it waiting for her nightcap of breastmilk, or what she lovingly calls her “manos”.

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She latched on and away we rocked. I was instantly taken back to the many nights we spent in that chair. Nights, days, weeks, hours and hours. My bottom knew the perfect position, the best tilt, the smoothest ride to get a colicky, refluxy, developmental-leap, wonder-week, very VOCAL baby to calm down. I remember telling myself anything I could to get through those moments. That I wouldn’t be in that chair forever, that what felt like torture at the time, wouldn’t last.

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But I looked down tonight and realized that my baby was now a toddler. Her legs hung over the arms of the rocking chair like they never had before. She was growing quickly. She is grown.

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And suddenly, the chair I had always wanted to be out of, became the chair I never wanted to leave.

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Our bond was BUILT in that chair. The breastmilk, the tears, the laughs, the giggles and coos. The smiles and frowns, the ups and the downs. It all happened HERE.

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As toddler Narra’s eyes slowly closed and the last track of our bedtime routine CD played it’s final line, I knew I could probably start moving her to her bed and make my way back to my phone.

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But instead, I sat. I sat and stared. I stared and LOVED.

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It’s almost like she KNEW what WE needed. To fall asleep together in the place we first fell in love.

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Where did you first fall in love with your little? Go back there. It’s time to fall in love all over again. πŸ’œ

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πŸ’Œcorinneahansen@gmail.com

Chocolate-holic

I LOVE chocolate. Like so much. I don’t think I ever truly understood the POWER it had over me until I became a mom. 

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Oh wait. That’s a lie. I know EVERY MONTH what it does for me. πŸ˜‚

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Yes, I am a regular menstruating woman who enjoys a good square of dark chocolate. There are health benefits, you know. Benefits that I couldn’t really tell you right now because I’m too busy admiring the chocolate deliciousness I made for my local challenge sisters I am seeing tomorrow! 😍

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I’ve made a Black Bean Brownie Cake!!! And thanks to the curb-craving powers of Shakeology, I won’t be eating any until tomorrow while I’m with my ladies. πŸ˜‰ We have a play date planned with our kids. I will be meeting some of them for the first time and I couldn’t be happier!

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Our community of empowered women is GROWING! And we are happy to welcome more. But in the meantime, even if you aren’t joining our meet-up tomorrow, please enjoy this recipe! 

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Black Bean Brownie Cake
1 1/2 cups canned black beans, rinsed and drained
2 Tbsp cocoa powder
1/2 cup quick oats 
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 cup maple syrup or honey
1/4 cups melted coconut oil
2 tsp vanilla extract
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 cup chocolate chips
Blend all ingredients together, except chocolate chips, in blender until smooth and well combined. Stir in chocolate chips. Pour into greased loaf pan and bake at 350F preheated oven for 18 minutes. Allow to cool (or not) before serving. 

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Enjoy!It’s a TREAT yellow for those doing the 21 Day Fix. Life is all about balance with healthy eats and TREATS like this one!

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Want to know more about how to be supported in this lifestyle? Give me a shout! πŸ’œ I’m here and ready to help!

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πŸ’Œ corinneahansen@gmail.com

Yellow is for Hello.

I was online earlier today looking for a yellow bench to sit on, you know, those yellow benches around the city that were installed to promote mental health awareness. πŸ’› But I realized I don’t need a yellow bench to snap a picture and share from. I can do it right here. Right now.
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May is Mental Health awareness month and in honour of that, you may be seeing yellow signs around the city reminding you that mental health matters. Because it does.

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As most of you know, when Narra was 2 months old, I had my very first full-on panic attack. I was so debilitated with anxiety and fear that I was dying that I hardly know how I was able to call 911 to come help me with Narra who was screaming wildly in her crib. I couldn’t hold her. I couldn’t touch her. All I could think about was how I could hurt her. And even scarier, how I could hurt myself.

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I didn’t want ANYONE to know. I loved Narra so much but who in there right mind would allow a mother with those thoughts to keep her baby? So I hid it. I hid it until I could no more. Until it came out in daily anxiety attacks, weekly panic attacks and resulted in me not being able to eat or sleep for days three days straight.

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After my visit to the hospital, after being reassured that no one would take my baby, I agreed to take medication. I’m glad I did. But the guilt remained.

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The guilt that I just couldn’t hack it as a mom. I knew in my heart of hearts that I was meant for this. I knew in my soul, and that from a very young age, I would be a mom. It was my calling.

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So I lived with this guilt for months after my medication kicked in. Although medicine helped IMMENSELY in getting my thoughts and body well enough to function so that I could finally eat, sleep and take care of myself and then our newborn daughter, it wasn’t enough. In the words of my psychiatrist, “Medication is not the end-all, be-all of mental health. You need something MORE to help it along.”

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Enter SELF-CARE into my life. I knew nothing about it other than the fact that I had to take care of myself. That I needed Nutrition, Exercise, Sleep, Time for Myself and Support. But I laughed, and then I was annoyed. Because how in God’s name was I supposed to fit all that in AND do my wife, mother, special education assistant, friend, daughter and ME duties. How would I fit it all in?

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I knew I needed help. So I reached out. I hated asking for help. I thought it made me look weak. Out of desperation, and against all preconceived ideas and misjudgements of “health shakes” and “Beach bodies”, I jumped in to getting better. I jumped in to an online accountability group. I just knew I had to get better. I knew I didn’t want to have to increase my medication I was taking and risk complications from upping my dose.

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What I learned and came away with from my first group was beyond anything I ever imagined from an at-home program. I think I lost maybe 2lbs my first challenge, but that didn’t matter to me. What mattered was the fact that I felt STRONG. I was happier than I had ever been in months. I made new friends that I never thought I could make this late into adulthood. I was full of energy thanks to the proper nutrition I was getting and best of all, I could take care of myself and my family again.


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The weekly panic attacks? Gone. Daily anxiety attacks? They moved on. My intrusive thoughts that I thought would plague me forever? I’ve learned how to manage them and keep them at bay. I know now, there is nothing I can’t do.

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Since my first group, I have lost a total of 15lbs, been able to get my blood sugars into normal typical levels, avoided future hospital stays, and managed my postpartum anxiety and depression. I did it. I went from surviving to thriving. All in the short span of a month.

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Because of the level of this inner and outer transformation, I KNEW I had to share this with others. I knew that couldn’t stay silent about my mental health any longer, nor could I stay silent about how I OVERCAME it all. This is why I tell my story.

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Today, I fight stigma with stigma. I fight it through my writing on topics others would rather not talk about like intrusive thoughts and spirals of depression. I fight it through posting pictures of my fitness journey that others might rather not see, like me in my underwear PROUDLY showing off my c-section scar. I fight the stigma against mental health by continuing to talk about it on a daily basis because the more we talk, the more “normal” it will be. And the more “normal” it is, new moms like me wouldn’t have to think they are less of a person for getting that help. The more “normal” it is, more individuals (women and men) won’t be afraid of taking that medication to help with those intrusive thoughts. 


Because if I can help just ONE person like me. One person who is ready to finally get that help they need to care for themselves and make their mental health something THEY can manage, and isn’t managing them, the fight is worth it.

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I am worth it. You are worth it.

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Need help starting with self-care? I’d love to help. 

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Corinneahansen@gmail.com

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Don’t put off taking care of YOU. You matter too much. 

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Your mental health MATTERS.

I Forgive


“Every day I move toward forgiveness.”.

I have been racking my brain all day on how to express the gratitude I have for today’s meditation. I know it needs to be shared so I will let it flow freely from my finger tips and just write it down already.

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I am on Day 20 of 21 of Oprah and Deepak Chopra’s Free Meditation Challenge and today’s centering thought and affirmations really hit me. I listened to it this morning, heart happy and then sad, and then happy because I know the Universe sent me that message JUST when I needed it.

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No matter who you are, you have been wronged before. It’s not a matter of maybes or ifs. Everyone has been wronged. Those friendships, relationships, trials and tribulations. Life is FULL of them. One cannot be spared a life of heartache. It is just the nature of growing and learning. 

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Some have been wronged more than others. I am among those few.

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There have been more than a couple of things that have happened in my life that I look back on and say “I wish that never happened.”

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And although I do believe that every obstacle we have faced in our lives bring us valuable lessons, there are some obstacles that I just KNOW I could’ve learned THAT lesson from in another way.

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But then today’s meditation stops me from this dangerous cycle of returning to the past.

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“Forgiveness isn’t condoning a behaviour or forgetting it ever happened. It is you giving yourself PERMISSION to let go of the past and ACCEPT that what was done has been done.”

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Forgiveness isn’t about the other person. It is for YOU. It is you allowing yourself to MOVE ON and RELEASE yourself from what has happened and look for ways to bring LIGHT and LOVE to others.

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When you hold forgiveness back from a person, you are not gaining power but rather spending valuable energy. You end up being poisoned by hate. I know because I was there for a VERY long time.

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I am tired of living in the past and wasting energy hating those who have wronged me. I am ready to bleed the poison to let it not pass on to the things and people that matter to me most.


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So today, I choose love instead.

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I choose self-care, self-love and self-respect.

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Today, I choose to FORGIVE.

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We all have this power to choose love or hate. What will you choose?